Poetry

  • Light Me On Fire

    Light me on fire
    See what might transpire
    As the paper’s edge blackens
    And the ink stains ash

    Light me on fire
    And use my remains
    As a grey powdery pigment
    In your paint

    Light me on fire
    And watch the orange beetles
    Run with the heat
    Around the gashes

    Light me on fire
    I make light as you linger
    Taking your energy
    And scorching your fingers

    Light me on fire
    So that I may be cleansed
    Baptism by blaze
    I won’t question your ways

    Light me on fire
    And see what happens
    As I crumble and decay
    And with heat wash away

 

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